We cross the line and move forward, son
We cross the line and move forward, son
You had my food, now you have me
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let me guess, you want them
Will you still call me after?
Your holes want it
Special treatment for special privileges
So you never had real pussy before?
You can't and will not escape
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once